The Sugar-Fuck Sensation, a Bitchin Urban Ode to Pepsi, by Sanguine Woods, 2017

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The Sugar-Fuck Sensation

(An Urban Ode to Pepsi)

I’ve discovered the boobie-doobie
time machine. The glossy
skin-flick magazine. Wet buzz,
effervescent upper. The schplooge
I want to have for supper.
In youth, it was summer
fling in frosty glass
on beach-sand, babe-hunting
bikini chicks——midway: What?
the ride’s a dick——
It’s almost better than S&M.
A devil craft that
gropes my sin.
A substitute for wank-a-
whacking.
Sometimes needs a
nice-ass-smacking.
I horde it.
Crave it.
I misbehave it.
I’ll never do without it:
obsession; possession;
sandpail confession;
ultimate
sugar/fuck
sensation.
I try but can’t explain it——
The endles little fuckaroll;
nothing can contain it.

(from Mrs. Maudlin’s Bitchin Urban Poetry)

(C)2017 Sanguine Woods. All Rights Reserved.

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